I can feel that I am about to be sick. Tomorrow’s my first day of school and I am sick, my throat hurts and my nostrils are bombarded with phlegm. hahaha. I just feel so bad, this time I feel like I really wanted to sleep early despite the fact that I always sleep as late/early as 3 am. However, I couldn’t sleep because I have to install Microsoft Office 2007 at my dad’s computer for the reason that he has a document to finish early in the morning. Hay. So there, while installing I am here blogging while I run errands for my beloved father.
Wow, I cannot believe that I have already copied my schedule to my ever favorite Starbucks Planner. ahaha. Feels like I am ready for tomorrow huh, but I am so not ready.
Would you mind if I rant about my dear cousin’s life? Well she grew up as the breadwinner of their family. Being a breadwinner means sending her siblings to school while she stopped school. She worked at bars; you know what bar work is right? She was able to meet guys who would support her financially in exchange of ‘you know what’. Let us first have a flashback why she decided to be part of the dirty business. She has a sister and one adoptive brother; both of them are younger than her. Her mom was a very successful science teacher in the school where I spent my first year and second year high school. By the way, her mom died through diabetes when I was very, very young. So back to her story, her father works as a plant technician or engineer whatever in Saudi Arabia. So while her dad was away, her mom was addicted to a game called mahjong. Lots of money was lost and spent on gambling that even my cousins couldn’t wear a good pair of shoes, and jeans. Their father was not a good father of the family after all, when he arrived from Saudi (this I am not sure), he left his kids and got married to another woman. I’m not sure about the story about her father, all I know is he left for another woman. So there, having no money with desires to give her family not just what they need but what they also wanted, she decided to enter that dirty business.
A guy came to pick the pieces up and help her move on and leave all her pasts behind. So my cousin married this guy and had a daughter. According to her story, she did not love this guy ever, but she was using her mind rather than her heart. Moreover, it is a way of getting out of the bar and straightening things up. After a few years or some amount of time, he met a younger guy and she fell in love. She left her husband and daughter, and lived with this younger guy. I know, it was such a stupid idea. In fact, her husband promised to pay some police or some individuals who has the power to look for my cousin and bring her back to him. Wow! I need that kind of guy in my life. But that ‘bring back’ thing didn’t happen.
So moving on, my cousin lived with this younger guy. Her life with him was a living hell. She was treated like a punching bag. Nonetheless, my cousin was able to bear it all for four years. They have a three year old son who in fact knows how to masturbate already, and not to mention get horny. I promise, I can testify. It is sad how this young guy teaches his kid with all of these things that a three year old kid must not do. So there, my dad became the guardian angel and we took my cousin and her kid away from this hideous guy. He must be ashamed of what he has done.
It was just a brief story about my cousin’s life, it’s a lot, but I cannot just tell everything in detail. It’s just sad that there are people who went through this kind of pain. She even told me that her face was even dipped inside the toilet bowl by her customer at the bar. She experienced different kinds of abuse, believe me. She was even raped and had her first sexual encounter at eighteen years of age. Bad bad bad people.
The pain that I have had because of the family issues is nothing compared to the pain she had. I am really happy that she is trying to move forward, and live life the right way now. She told me that I must learn from her experience and not waste whatever it is I have in my life. To think that I am lucky because I have all what I need financially, I can buy whatever clothes I wanted and I live in a very humble home. I am luckier compared to other people out there. Some of us are luckier compared to other people out there.
